The Doctor Part 5 - My Prisoner (Working Draft) (Patreon)

Katie locked the cat outside. She walked over to the table that she had used earlier and gently placed the contents of her right hand down on the table. 

She sat in her chair and leaned forward to inspect him.

*

The eyes of his captur scrutinised him. Michael looked back at the giant face with no fear. She was a pretty woman, he estimated between 19 and 21 years of age. She had dark hair which she had left to cascade over her shoulders and her dark makeup enhanced her glimmering green eyes. She had big full lips, which she had covered with a dark red lipstick. Her face held a look of mischief, but also of deep curiosity. It was as if she was scoping him out, deciding what to do with him next. 

Despite her size and how diminished he felt, he continued to hold her stare unflinchingly. 

Finally she leant forwards. 

"Take off your shorts," she demanded in a purr. He merely looked back at her casually. In fact he was still in a large amount of pain from his fall, he hoped that it was just a sprain to his leg. He planned on escaping from this woman as soon as possible.  

"Take them off!" She demanded. He shook his head. She gave a thin smile. "Fine, I will then." She reached out. He saw both her hands approach him and he didn't even flinch as she gripped the drawstring with her hands. Her manicured nails tugging at it. She couldn't undo it. The look on her face turned to frustration. She picked him up under his armpits with one hand and tugged at the shorts with the other. 

He winced in pain, but continued to stare at her, accusingly. Her eyes drifted to his and suddenly a guilty look drifted across her face. She gently placed him back on the table. 

"Undo your shorts..." She said, her voice less demanding and more unsure of itself. "Please."  Michael suddenly responded with a nod and slowly undid the drawstring and opened his shorts slightly. Then he raised his arms invitingly. 

Their eyes met for an instant, then Katie gave a quick smile. It wasn't mischevous this time, but satisfied. She reached out towards him with her hands again and gently gripped his shorts between her fingers and proceeded to pull them down to his ankles. She stopped and her hands disappeared. She merely regarded him. 

He continued to stare at her, analysing her expression. Eventually he bent over, still looking at her, and took the shorts off. He dropped them next to him. 

She leant back in her chair smiling with entertainment, then leant forwards again to examine him. He was entirely naked now. He could see that her eyes were focusing on his penis. She looked disappointed. 

Suddenly she stood up. Towering over him. She paused, watching him. Michael was frozen in his spot, unsure whether she was going to hurt him on not. Instead, she merely unzipped her skirt and slowly lowered it to the ground. Then she raised her arms above her head and took her top off and dropped it on the floor. 

She had a very attractive body and her breasts were a very nice and evenly round shape. She looked down at him, hands on her hips. She looked even more disappointed than before. If not slightly frustrated. 

"What's the matter?" She bent over and moved her face very close to him, close enough that he could smell her overpowering perfume and feel the strong gust of her minty breath rush over his body and ruffle his hair. 

"What do you mean?" He asked, gesturing with his hands facing palm upwards. She hesitated, thinking. 

"Well..." Her eyes rolled, then looked down at her own body. "Do you not find me attractive?" She asked finally. He shrugged in reply. 

"You're okay, I suppose," she raised her eyebrows in surprise and jerked backwards as if she had been struck by him. 

"What do you mean okay?" She asked, her frustration close to boiling over into anger.

"Yeah, you're quite attractive," he clarified. 

"Well why aren't you turned on then?" She asked, intently listening for his reply. 

Michael merely shrugged. 

"I dunno..." he paused and thought of his answer. "Maybe I'm not in the right kind of mood," he replied, deciding not to mention that he was faithful and had a girlfriend.

"What do you mean, 'not in the right kind of mood'?" She asked angrily. "Men are always in the 'right kind of mood'!" She protested.

"All of them?" He asked. 

"All of them!" She replied with a single confident nod. 

Michael paused, looking into her eyes, then looked down his body to his penis. 

"Clearly not all of them," he replied. 

Her jaw almost dropped. 

"Fine!" She growled. Then she stood up again and started to undo her bra. It snapped open and she threw it next to him on the table. She stepped out of her thong and gently placed that in front of him on the table.

Standing in front of him, was a huge naked young lady.   

"How about now?" She asked, opening her hands invitingly as she stood over him. 

Michael shrugged again. 

"A little better," he replied. Her eyes turned to slits. 

"Fine then, expert!" she bent back over him. "How about this?" She leant over him and started to rub her breasts with her hands and stroke her nipples and gently moaned with her voice. Then one hand and fingers trailing up and down between her breasts.

She stopped and looked down at him and could see that his penis had grown slightly.

With a look of satisfaction she sat down again. 

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me," she stated. He merely shrugged. 

"Well congratulations then," he stated blandly, shrugging. Her stare suddenly grew lustful.

"Will you..." She started. 

"Will I what?" He asked. 

"Will you ... help pleasure me if I do it to you?"

"Do I have a choice?" He asked, looking up the huge torso of his naked captur. She smiled quickly, then shook her head. 

"Not really," she replied. 

"Yes I do," he snapped back quickly. 

"And why do you think that?" She asked, cocking her head in mild amusement as her face moved in close to him again. It's intention to intimidate didn't seem to work. 

"Because while you could force me, you wouldn't enjoy it as much as if I were doing it to you willingly, would you?" She paused, considering this. 

"I suppose." She stopped again. "Fine, then you do have a choice... Kind of..." She smiled sweetly, mesmorised by his confidence.

"So... will you pleasure me?" She asked. 

"What's the magic word?" He asked with a smile back at her. She chuckled. 

"Please," she said jokingly. He smiled again and nodded. 

"Of course. But do you not normally introduce yourself beforehand?" He asked. 

"Not really," she replied. Then paused. "But I suppose I could make an exception... My name is Katie."

"Michael," he bowed. She giggled in pleasure and then bit her lip in anticipation. 

"So what do you want me to do?" He asked. She grinned then picked him up in her hands, cupping her hands around him. She carried him over to her bed and sat down, holding him near her face. 

"I'll show you," she replied, her warm breath sweeping over him. 

She lowered her open palm to her left breast and directed the tiny Michael's head towards her nipple. He glanced up at her and met her gaze. She gave an inviting smile. He grasped the nipple in front of him with both hands and started to lick her. 

Katie immediately sighed, Michael could feel her warm breath sweeping over him as he continued to lick at her nipple. He started to squeeze it with his fingers and he could feel her wriggle underneath him. Her other hand was raised next to him and started to slowly massage her other breast. He could tell that she was enjoying herself. 

He glanced upwards as he continued to lick. Her dark eyelids were closed and occasionally fluttered and her lips were pursed with pleasure.

Her whole body suddenly tilted backwards as she laid down, Michael had to struggle to get his footing on her breast and to prevent himself from rolling off her, but instead her hand cupped him to her breast and as she laid with her head sinking into her pillow she slowly rubbed the tiny Michael against her breast. 

It wasn't rough or painful, apart from when it occasionally jarred his leg. Michael actually didn't mind it too much. However he was still mindful that this woman was extremely powerful and she if she chose to, she could wield the power to snap the life out of him. 

*

Katie cooed in pleasure as she rubbed the tiny man against her left nipple. As the tingling up her back and through her body intensified she felt that she wanted to move this forwards. She removed her hand from Michael, allowing him to stand on her breast. 

She looked down at him with lustful eyes, then her hand started to gently poke at him, forcing him backwards. Each time he was poked a tiny bit more forcefully, he tripped and rolled down her breast towards her navel. Picking himself up to his feet again, he was poked towards her belly button. He could feel Katie's chest rising and falling above him in eager anticipation. Then he looked towards where he was headed. 

The dark pubic hair of the young lady stretched upwards. It had clearly not been trimmed for at least a month, it was not thick, but not tidy. He was poked again, but this time he resisted. He dug his heels in and pushed against her finger. 

Katie raised herself up on her elbows and looked down in sudden frustration. 

"What's the matter?" She asked. He simply shook his head at her. 

"I'm not doing that!" He protested with a shout. She paused contemplating. One of her hands was already snaking down between her legs and was starting to please her, it would only be a matter of time before her emotions got the better of her. 

Finally she rolled slightly to her side and scrambled to open her bedside table drawer. She pulled an object out. As Michael attempted to make out what she had in her hand, he was suddenly pushed towards her pubic area. He stumbled, tripping over hair and stumbling, then he tumbled, felt the soft spongy clitoris as he rolled and then landed on the bed below. 

He laid on his back, staring up at an absolutely giant vagina. He was astonished at how huge this woman was. Within a second a large tubular object appeared. Michael realised that Katie was passing him a mini vibrator. It was just small enough for him to hold over his shoulder. Katie leant over him, looking down from above as she assisted him in placing the vibrator on his shoulder and slowly with two fingers grasping the vibrator she slid it towards her vagina. 

Michael held on as tight as he could as he watched the tip of the vibrator touch the mouth of the giant vagina. Suddenly a huge object appeared from above and with her other hand Katie was holding a small bottle of something. As she squeezed, a clear gooey substance trickled down, splashing across the vibrator, a small amount splashed into Michael's face and chest. He continued to push, Katie's fingers were working the vibrator into her pussy and her other hand was smothering the lubricant across it's surface. 

Finally the vibrator successfully entered her body, and Katie flicked a switch. 

Suddenly it was like holding a pneumatic drill. Michael was shaken with a blurr as the vibrator buzzed. They had always seemed quite tame to him before. But now, at this size and next to one, it was actually quite powerful and pretty loud. 

Katie was pushing the vibrator further in, and seemed to be doing all the work. Katie seemed to realise this also, and suddenly she picked Michael up with her other hand. 

"I know where you could be helpful," she gently lifted him above the vibrator and placed his feet down on it's hard surface. Michael slipped and struggled to stand on the slippery surface, Katie had to hold him in place, then she pushed him towards herself. 

*

The begining signs of an orgasm started to ripple through her body as Katie felt the thrum of the vibrator inside her. She was also pushing the tiny Michael against her clitoris and was surprised at what an amazing job he was doing. It struck her that he was right, a willing helper did contribute to better pleasure. She could feel his tiny hands working at her spongy clitoris and she could feel that he was getting more and more slippery. As her fingers slowly pushed the small vibrator deeper and deeper into her womanhood, she pressed the tiny man harder against herself. But she didn't feel him panic or struggle like they usually did. Instead she felt a calm and calculated movement. One which was entirely devoted to ensuring that she climaxed, and that thought in itself did it for her.

*

She fell backwards into her pillow in a gasp of exhaustion. Her slender fingers curled around Michael's body and lifted him upwards. He felt a sudden giddiness at the speed at which he was being moved. He was held over her face. His legs dangling over her mouth. 

"That was amazing," she whispered. Her eyes widened slightly. "You're going to please me again like that later." Her eyes drifted to his penis. "But first, I promised that I would please you."

Michael shook his head and started to protest, but Katie cut him off by placing a large fingertip over his mouth. 

"I insist," She said, and with that he was slowly lowered towards her mouth. 

Michael had a sudden feeling of utter terror as his brain assessed the situation. He was being lowered towards the opening mouth of a giant woman. A woman he barely knew, one who seemed to be emotionally imbalanced. She had mentioned 'other' men, where were they now?  

But it was too late, and he couldn't do anything but accept that she was in full control of him. The giant lips parted below him, white, perfectly aligned, pearlescent teeth and he could see her pink tongue slowly sliding out of the mouth towards him. The tongue was glistening with saliva and he could see back to the dark recesses of her throat.

He felt his feet touch her tongue and instantly he felt a tingling sensation run up his spine. Her tongue was soft and warm to the touch. It was slimy and slightly bumpy and he felt himself being lowered further into her mouth, the tongue running up the back of his legs and finally tickling his back. The giant lips suddenly closed around him, trapping his lower half in her mouth. He looked around himself, placing his hands on her giant lips as he could feel her giant tongue carress his back and push him against the roof of her mouth. He could feel her teeth around him, but they were not pressing hard enough against him to cause concern. 

Her fingers reached out to him and grabbed his chest and slowly rotated him to face downwards. Now his penis was lying directly against her tongue and he was looking down her chest. 

She knew he was looking downwards, and she was clearly prepared to put on a show.  Her tongue slowly slid up and down his penis as both of her hands slid down her body. One of her hands grasped her right breast and started to caress and play with it, the other slid down to her pussy and started to rub at herself. 

Michael couldn't believe the situation he was in. He was being sucked on by a giant naked woman, who was also pleasuring herself. 

He clutched at her soft lips with his hands as he leant over them, allowing waves of pleasure to wash through him as he came on her tongue. She clearly tasted the salty fluid as she slowed to a stop. 

Her giant hands reappeared and pulled him out of her mouth. 

The giant woman laid down on her bed and gently placed him between her breasts. Michael, covered with wet saliva, rolled onto his back, breathing deeply. He was completely exhausted, but also felt satisfied. He could hear and feel the giant woman sighing above him, her eyelids were closing. 

As he looked up at the beautfiul huge face, questions started to whizz through his mind again. Where am I? How did I get here? Why is everything so huge? or why am I so tiny? 

How do I get out of here?

As he continued to look up at her face, he considered attempting to escape. She appeared to be falling asleep, should he take the chance?

Michael curled up on her naked chest and pretended to fall asleep.

*

Katie glanced down at the tiny man through her half open eyelids. They were closed just enough to appear completely shut, but open enough to allow light in for her to be able to watch her new prisoner. Or is he a prisoner? She had never felt this way for one of her tiny playthings, this man made her feel different. And even though she appeared to be asleep he didn't attempt to run away like the others did. She had never felt like this before. She liked it.